Freedom of the morning air
 

Today I'm in a comfurtable space.

Was in all kinds of turmoil this morning, having woken once again from dreams of my ex being intimate with her new partner. So many details and relations and things I took to heart being turned upside down...

So I opened my curtains, noticed that it was sunny. I smiled so deep that I wasn't really there, and that this is less an illusion than my dream. I looked out and felt that 'here I am now' though, so those feelings are not for me.

I had to open my heart to look at the people living their ordinary lives, and even with depression a part of my mind's design - managed to forgive it all and just take the happiness. I breathed and felt relaxed, felt a hug from the air and the presense around me. Familliar buildings, familliar birds. All here for me, all consistent and lovely.

Enjoy your day. x

This reminds my of a movie "The next karate kid" where Mr Miyagi teaches his student to let go of tension by saying to oneself. "The sun is warm, the grass is green".

http://biblehub.com/psalms/30-5.htm

"Though weeping may last through the night... there is joy in the morning."

Proverbs 30:5

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thanks both of you.

Yea, this is one of those threads where no contention or debate is necessary. Isn't it.

Here is a morning sky in May.

That's a good sky!

:D and yeah.

The mist of time.
 

Its morning; around 6am.

It’s cold and damp as I walk along the pathway that leads to the wood. The wood is still and shrouded in darkness.

The moisture is heavy; the air is a velvet carpet, and a thick mist is lying on the floor.

I walk into the wood. I touch the two centennial trees guarding the entrance. I marvel at their size; my fingers follow the rough patterns of the bark. They are cold to the touch and feel very solid.

As I walk along the path, my feet disappear into a low-lying mist. It looks as if am floating.

The wood is still, there is hardly a sound, not even from the early morning birds.

I follow the path to the centre of wood. There is a little clearing covered in rich green grass, and a fallen tree blocks my way.

I sit on the fallen tree. As I sit down I breathe in the cool damp air. I deeply inhale the intoxicating mist.

I close my eyes and fall within. I am one with the wood and all the nature around me.

This is me, it’s you; one with nature; one with everything…………..